Max Eastman - "The pa**ions of a child attend his dreams" lyrics

The pa**ions of a child attend his dreams. He lives, loves, hopes, remembers, is forlorn, For legendary creatures, whom he deems Not too unreal--until one golden morn The gracious, all-awaking sun shines in Upon his tranquil pillow, and his eyes Are touched, and opened greatly, and begin To drink reality with rich surprise. I loved the impetuous souls of ancient story-- Heroic characters, kings, queens, whose wills Like empires rose, achieved, and fell, in glory. I was a child--until the radiant dawn, Thy beauty, woke me. O thy spirit fills The stature of those heroes, they are gone!